Personal Narrative Essay: How Was Your Summer?
When I ask that dull question, because I want to sound friendly and kind, I don't expect much. I expect "Oh, I hung out with friends," or some lame response like that. So, sitting in the car on the way to a summer-long camp staff job, I really can't think of what I'm going to say when I'm asked that question. Mostly because I don't really know what this summer truely entails-- and also because I know that, …show more content…
I know exactly where we are. High Ropes. The mother of all, the prized jewel of Army Lake. There's a short, two meter entrance to the open area, tall, thin trees closing it in. Telephone poles stretch high, and elements attach them together. In the distance, there's the end of a zipline as well as a rock wall.
A gathering of people are already clustered to watch a demonstration on the ground. Camp Staff. They're my coworkers. This is the Program Staff's job: to run the high ropes. Madison has already taken off to put on a harness, and I hurry to catch up. I already know what to do: years of being a camper frequenting High Ropes and half a semester of rock wall in gym has me ahead of the rest of untrained staff. I strap into a black strapped sit-harness quickly, eyes ahead on the training going on.
The air is fresh. Birds are singing brightly. The trees are green. I tug at my long-sleeves. I know it's going to get really hot really quick, but it's too late to